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FOUR

Nate instinctively withdrew his firearm.

“Stay here,” he said to Spence.

As Nate tried to pull away from Cassie, she clung tighter to his hand. Her face had drained of color.

“You’re okay, Cassie, but I need to get out there and make sure everyone else is, too.”

With a reluctant nod, she let him go, and he rushed to investigate.

“Be careful,” she said.

He nodded, slid the door open and peered into the main area. It looked empty, as if staff had suddenly abandoned the urgent care. He left Cassie’s examining room and shut the door.

Taking a few steps toward a computer station, he hesitated. Whimpering echoed from below. He knelt and peeked beneath a desk. Two staff members, young women in their twenties, were huddled together, fear coloring their eyes.

“Where did the shot come from?” he whispered.

One of the women pointed toward the reception area.

Just then the reception door flew open. Aiden and a middle-aged woman stepped into the examining area with their hands raised. Someone was obviously behind them. Nate took cover beside the desk to better assess what he was dealing with. If he exposed himself now he could lose his weapon in exchange for sparing someone’s life. Without a weapon he had no control of the situation.

“She needs help now!” a male voice demanded. “Where’s the doctor?”

“I—I don’t know,” the woman beside Aiden said.

“How can you not know?”

“Hey, can’t we talk about this?” Aiden argued.

“Get down, facedown on the ground, and put your hands behind your head!”

Aiden must have hesitated, because another shot rang out and the two women beneath the desk shrieked.

“Okay, okay.” Aiden dropped to the floor and made eye contact with Nate.

The assailant placed his boot on Aiden’s back. “Now stay there. And you, get in a room!”

The front-end receptionist who’d entered with Aiden did as ordered.

If the guy would just move a few inches to the right Nate could get him from behind, the goal being to disarm him without the gun going off again.

“Where’s the doctor? The nurses? I heard them scream.”

The women under the desk eyed Nate. He shook his head, warning them off, not wanting to put more innocents in the line of fire.

The shooter turned. Nate saw the man’s reflection in an examining room window: the shooter was holding on to a young, barely conscious woman.

“Nurses, get out here!”

Nate got ready to take his shot.

A door slid open. “I’m Dr. Spencer.”

Nate froze. Spence was sacrificing his own safety to protect his patients and staff.

“What happened here?” Spence said calmly, as if the man wasn’t threatening him with a gun.

“She’s hurt, she’s hurt and needs help and they said I had to wait for a doctor, but we can’t wait!”

“I understand. Where is she hurt?”

As Spence engaged the shooter, Nate debated firing his weapon with so many innocents around. The last thing he wanted was to get into a heated exchange of gunfire.

He holstered his gun. The minute the perp’s gun was no longer aimed at Spence, or anyone else for that matter, Nate would make his move. He’d take the guy down, hopefully before he could get a shot off.

“She’s bleeding, can’t you see that?” the guy said.

“I can’t tell from this vantage point. How about we get her into a room?”

There were only three rooms: the receptionist was in one, an emergency patient in another, and Cassie in the third.

And hers was the closest.

“How did this happen?” Spence asked.

“Stop asking so many questions!” To drive home his point, the shooter pointed his weapon at the ceiling to fire off another shot.

Nate charged the guy from behind, the force making him release the injured woman. Distressed about letting her go, the guy lost his focus. Nate slammed the shooter’s fist against the wall and the gun sprang free, dropping to the floor. Nate swung the guy to the ground, pinned him with a knee to his back and zip-tied his wrists.

“You’ve gotta help her,” the man groaned.

Nate glanced at Aiden. “Help Dr. Spencer get the female victim into a room.”

Aiden got up off the floor and assisted Spence.

“Ladies hiding beneath the desk?” Nate said.

Their heads popped out.

“Call 911. I need backup.”

“I already did,” Cassie said from the doorway of her examining room.

On cue, the wail of sirens echoed from the parking lot.

“You okay?” Nate asked Cassie.

“Yep.”

Aiden approached Nate. “Doc says she’ll need to be transported to the hospital. It’s a gunshot wound.”

“It was an accident,” the perp said.

“You’re under arrest for reckless conduct and aggravated assault,” Nate said.

Red rushed into the examining area, gun drawn.

“Don’t need the weapon.” Nate stood, pulling the perp to his feet. “Take this guy to lockup.”

“Yes, sir.” Red led him away.

“Good job, Chief,” Aiden said.

“Thanks.” He glanced at Cassie. “Ready to go home?”

“Beyond ready.”

“I’ll take her to Mom’s,” Aiden offered.

“I don’t think she wants to stay at the farm,” Nate countered.

“It’s okay. I’ll go,” Cassie said.

Nate guessed that after what just happened, she was upset and could use the support of family.

“But...” Cassie hesitated. “Can you drive me, Chief?”

“Come on, Cassie,” Aiden said. “Nate has more important stuff to do.”

“It’s fine,” Nate said. “I’ll take her.”

* * *

When she’d asked him to drive her to Mom’s farm, she hadn’t expected the chief to hang around as long as he did. He’d been here over an hour.

Mom, who lived alone since Dad’s passing more than ten years ago, kept hammering him with questions about the dead woman, but he explained he couldn’t discuss an ongoing investigation. She’d even bribed him with food, but he declined, opting for coffee instead.

He had a long night ahead of him. Not only had Cassie found a dead body, but then she wouldn’t go back into the hospital, and ended up in the urgent care, where a man went nutty and shot up the place.

Her mom politely asked another question and Cassie jumped in for the save. “I think he needs a refill.”

Mom glanced at his mug. “Oh, of course.” She went into the kitchen to get the pot.

“I’m sorry,” Cassie said to Nate.

Nate glanced up from his mug. “For what?”

“I feel like I’m a trouble magnet.”

“I don’t understand.”

“The dead woman in the cabin, having to rescue me, Jesse James in the urgent care. You wouldn’t have been there at all if not for my fear of the hospital.”

“It was a good thing I was there or more people might have been seriously injured.”

She shrugged. Her mind still spun about everything that had happened...and in one night!

“Here we go,” her mom said, returning with the coffee. “We’re so glad you could stay and chat for a bit. I’m sure it makes Cassie feel less anxious to have the chief of police here. It’s important to keep her anxiety at a minimum.”

“It’s important to keep everyone’s anxiety at a minimum,” Cassie said.

“True, but we don’t want yours triggering an episode.”

Cassie shook her head, mortified. To have her illness mentioned in front of Nate made her feel broken and pitiful.

“Could I get some cream?” Nate asked Mom.

Not what kind of episode? Or how bad is Cassie’s issue with anxiety?

Her big brother had probably told Nate the whole ugly story.

“Of course.” Mom went back into the kitchen.

“I’m okay,” Cassie said to Nate. “You don’t have to stay.”

“But your mom said—”

“I’m fine.” She stood and paced to the front window. “I’m not going to freak out if you leave, and I haven’t had an episode since I was a teenager.”

“Oh, okay.”

She turned to him. He was staring into his coffee.

“Go ahead, ask,” she said.

He glanced up. “Ask what?”

“About my anxiety, my—” she made quote marks with her fingers “—episodes.”

“It’s none of my business.”

“You mean Aiden hasn’t told you?”

“No.”

“I’m shocked. Well, you should probably know since everyone else seems to. I had a childhood autoimmune disease,” she started, wandering back to the sofa. “Juvenile idiopathic arthritis. It’s hard to diagnose in kids since there’s no blood test for it. I’d be stiff in the morning, tired throughout the day, and not the most coordinated person on the planet. Aiden used to call me lazy bird. Since the symptoms would flare up and go away, it took a while to diagnose. Mom blames herself for not figuring it out sooner.”

“Wasn’t that the doctor’s responsibility?”

“Sure, but she was the one who took care of me, saw me wince when I’d get up in the morning. I’ve outgrown it, but Mom can’t see me as anything but that sick little girl.”

“She loves you. It’s her job to worry.”

“But not her job to shame me in front of people.”

“Shame you?”

“Telling you how my anxiety could trigger an episode? It’s like I have no control over my health, but I do. I follow an anti-inflammatory diet and get my share of exercise.”

“She might have some post-trauma issues related to your illness, Cassie. Try to see it from her point of view.”

“Here we go,” her mom said, breezing into the living room with cream for Nate’s coffee. “Sorry it took so long, but I was looking for an appropriate accompaniment to the coffee. I know you said you weren’t hungry, Chief, but I thought I’d tempt you anyway.” She placed a tray of pastries on the coffee table and sat on the sofa beside Cassie. “So, what are we talking about?”

Nate’s phone buzzed and he eyed the screen. “They need me.” He glanced at Cassie as if waiting for her permission to leave.

Cassie stood and motioned toward the door. “Thanks for bringing me home.”

“Wait,” her mom said. “Let me put some sweets in a container to take with you.”

Before he could respond, she’d dashed into the kitchen. Good old Mom, always feeding people to make them feel better.

“You’ll be okay?” he asked Cassie.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me. I’m tough.”

* * *

The container of sweets on the seat beside him, Nate pulled away from the farmhouse. Glancing in the rearview, he couldn’t ignore the pit in his stomach.

Don’t worry about me.

Which was asking the impossible. Sure, the house had a new security system installed after the break-in last year, but the property was off the beaten path, and if Cassie and her mom needed emergency services it would take a good ten minutes to get to them.

A lot could happen in ten minutes.

Yet Nate couldn’t be in two places at once. They might not have a large staff at the Echo Mountain PD, but SAR had its share of former military. Nate decided to see if Harvey, retired security manager for Echo Mountain Resort, could watch the farmhouse.

Harvey answered on the second ring. “Hey, Chief, heard you’ve had a busy night.”

“Word gets around.”

“How’s Cassie McBride?”

“That’s why I’m calling. She’s staying at her mom’s temporarily and I was wondering—”

“I’d love to.”

“I haven’t asked the question yet.”

“You want me to keep an eye on Margaret and Cassie.”

“If you’ve got time.”

“Got plenty of that. Fishing trip was canceled so the timing is perfect. Besides, Margaret makes a dynamite cup of coffee.”

“That she does. I’ll let them know you’re coming.”

“Roger that.”

Nate ended the call and pressed the speed dial for Cassie’s cell phone. It rang a few times and went to voice mail. He fought the urge to turn the truck around and speed back to the farmhouse. He was overreacting. Cassie must be away from her phone, or maybe she’d gone to bed. She’d looked exhausted.

“Hi, this is Cassie. I can’t take your call right now, but leave a message and I’ll call you back. Have a blessed day.” Beep.

“Cassie, it’s Chief Walsh. I’ve asked Harvey to stop by and check on you and your mom. I didn’t want you to be alarmed when he arrived.” He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something else, something like everything was going to be fine, or how much he admired her for surviving a brutal childhood disease. “Okay, well, have a nice evening.” He ended the call.

Maintaining his professionalism was key with Cassie McBride. Wasn’t that why she called him Chief instead of Nate? It was a reminder to both of them that they didn’t have a personal relationship. No matter how often she pestered him with questions for her blog, or seemed to show up whenever he was hurt on the job, Nate would never cross that line, a line his partner had crossed, which had cost him.

It could put her life in danger if Nate lost focus because of his attraction to Cassie.

His attraction to Cassie? Whoa, where had that come from? Well, who wouldn’t be attracted to her? She was kind and engaging, independent and optimistic. Which made him wonder why she wasn’t in a serious relationship.

When Nate asked Aiden about Cassie’s social life, her brother said she blamed her family for scaring away suitors because they were so overprotective. Aiden countered that she was too picky—either that or she didn’t want to get involved because of her travel plans. No one in Cassie’s family approved of her taking off on her own to see the world. On one hand, Nate could understand why, yet he couldn’t fault her for wanting to explore life outside of Echo Mountain.

Fifteen minutes later, Nate arrived at Whispering Pines cabin to check in with Detective Sara Vaughn. Before he went inside, he glanced at a text message from Cassie: Thanks for sending Harvey. Mom is excited for more company. J

Nate texted back: Glad to help. He hit Send and considered sending another text, something like Have a good night or I’ll see you in the morning.

“I’m losin’ it,” he muttered and went into the cabin. He found Detective Vaughn conferring with a forensic specialist.

“Hey, Chief,” she greeted.

The forensic officer retreated into the bathroom where they’d found the body.

“Initial cause of death looks like blunt force trauma, but there were no defensive wounds, no sign of a struggle, no evidence he restrained her. Nothin’.” Her eyebrows furrowed. “So, what? She let him whack her head against the side of the tub? It makes no sense. We’ll know more once they get her on the table.”

“How about identification?”

“License reads Marilyn Brandenburg of Moscow, Idaho. We found an emergency number in her cell phone for a sister. I’ve called, but it keeps going to voice mail.”

“Did you find Cassie McBride’s purse on the premises?”

“There’s a purple bag on the kitchen counter, why?”

“The killer came after her at the hospital. I’m trying to figure out how he knew who she was since she claims he didn’t see her face.”

“Wait, so she saw him, called for help and took off with a dog in her arms?”

“That is correct. I’m wondering if the perp took her wallet, which was how he identified her.”

“I saw a wallet on the counter.”

Nate went to the kitchen where Cassie’s wallet, made from colorful duct tape, lay next to a bright purple bag. Cassie probably made the wallet herself, he mused. A few inches away he spotted a key chain with small charms: silver cross, flower, Union Jack flag, Eiffel Tower and kangaroo.

Fingering the keys made him wonder about the killer.

“Vaughn?” he called.

She popped her head out of the bedroom. “Sir?”

“Are we thinking the suspect escaped on foot? There were no cars in the area other than Cassie’s.”

“Someone spotted a black sedan at the Snoquamish trailhead. We’re looking into it,” Vaughn said.

“Good.” He redirected his attention to Cassie’s wallet.

He started to analyze the contents. Her round face smiled back at him from her driver’s license. The killer would only have to glance at the license to determine Cassie’s name and address.

Nate’s fingers dug into the plastic wallet.

The address on her license was the farmhouse.